Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 714 - 10: She Isn’t Naive Enough to Think She’s Dreaming Again

Chapter 714: Chapter 10: She Isn’t Naive Enough to Think She’s Dreaming Again

"I’m not sick, I’m not sick... Those medicines taste horrible, and the injections hurt so much. I don’t want injections, and I don’t want to take medicine. But there are so many of them, they hold me down, I can’t move... I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

She trembled violently in his arms, her plaintive sobs gradually growing louder, and she cried out in her nightmare.

The man held her tightly, speaking in a low, husky voice, "It’s okay now, it’s okay."

"Wah... I’m so sad, really so sad..."

"No, you won’t be sad anymore."

"Sob..."

"Shh, don’t cry, Yiyi, don’t cry..."

"Big brother, big brother..."

Suddenly, Tang Yige yanked the blanket off herself, stretched out her trembling arms, and fiercely wrapped them around the man’s neck, hugging him with all her strength.

Her damp little face was pressed closely against his warm cheek, rubbing anxiously.

Her tear-filled eyes remained tightly shut, her thick lashes wet with tears, sticking together in clumps.

The man, stiffened from her fierce embrace, stared intensely and deeply at the little face pressed against his under the dark curtain.

Feeling her cold tears falling onto his face one after another, his brows furrowed sharply, and without hesitation, he embraced her trembling delicate body.

"Big brother, did you come to save me? Did you finally come to save me? Big brother, please don’t ignore me, don’t hate me, I’m in so much pain... Big brother, it wasn’t me, listen to my explanation, okay? Don’t leave, listen to my explanation, okay... Big brother, I’m in so much pain, so many times, so many times I’ve wanted to end it all, but I can’t bear to leave you, to leave you all alone... Big brother, I don’t want you to love me, I don’t even hope you’ll be with me, just don’t hate me, okay, just don’t hate me..."

In her chaotic thoughts, Yige’s words were incoherent, completely devoid of logic.

But the tears falling one by one were incredibly real and clear.

The muscles in the man’s arms bulged as he held her, when she said, so many times, so many times she’s wanted to end it all.

Suddenly.

A piercing pain seared through his ear.

The sharp, biting pain almost tearing his ear made Yige suddenly awaken from her nightmare.

She trembled and opened her eyes in horror, her body unable to move, either from exhaustion or the man’s tight embrace.

Yige couldn’t move at all.

In the darkness, Yige’s vision was pitch black, unable to see anything.

Except for the warm breath falling by her ear, reminding her of the presence of someone other than herself.

"...Who are you?" Yige’s frightened voice was extremely hoarse, still carrying the sobs from her dreams.

The man released his bite on Yige’s ear, but didn’t answer her question.

His scorching lips delicately kissed where she had been bitten.

Yige’s heart, still trapped in the nightmare’s sorrow, was now numb from his actions.

But gradually, his kisses moved down, kissing her cheek.

Then slowly, moving to the corner of her lips.

Suddenly.

He captured her slightly parted red lips into his mouth.

Mm...

Yige’s eyes widened, her heart suddenly suspended high.

Her body was pressed flat onto the bed by him, his kiss like a high voltage shock, sending currents through her mouth.

Her tongue was forcefully seized by him.

Yige whimpered softly, her hands weakly supporting his shoulders, seemingly wanting to push him away, but powerless to do so.

At home, Yige was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, and in this commotion, the two thin straps on her nightgown had long slipped from her shoulders, barely hanging on her elbows.

Her chest exposed a gleaming whiteness.

He pressed against her, grinding mercilessly.

Yige’s cheeks flushed, her chest heaving violently.

In extreme oxygen deprivation, Yige thought she would faint any second.

Just then, he slowly released her lips, instead gently and tenderly pecking at them.

Yige parted her lips, gasping for air.

Her head also spinning with waves of white light from the lack of oxygen.

Finally regaining consciousness, the weight pressing on her body had long disappeared.

Yige crawled out of bed, quickly turning on the bedside lamp.

The sudden white light stung her eyes, causing her to squint tightly.

Only after a long while, did she adapt to the light.

Once her eyes adjusted, Yige looked around, finding no one else but herself.

Yige sat on the bed, stunned.

This time, she couldn’t be foolish enough to think she was dreaming again!

Lightly licking her numb and swollen lips, Yige’s lashes fluttered as she got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror.

Looking at her own lips in the mirror, vivid red, with her upper lip even slightly swollen upwards, unable to close.

Moreover, there was a distinct bite mark on her ear...

Yige stared blankly at her lips.

Her heart pounding wildly.

In this house where she’s alone, the sound was exceptionally loud and clear!

Yige’s hands twitched, her delicate fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

She stood in front of the mirror, seemingly at a loss, shifting her toes back and forth.

Suddenly.

She abruptly turned, dashing downstairs.

...

Yige barely ran out of the studio when she saw that black Bentley speeding away on the street in front of the studio.

Yige’s tears immediately fell.

Ignoring that she was only wearing a thin nightgown, ignoring her bare feet, she ran madly, recklessly, in the direction the car had gone...

It was him...

It was him!

Yige ran while crying.

The night wind, like sharp arrows, scraped across her face, leaving streaks of marks on her pale, wet face.

The stones underfoot cut into the skin of her soles, with a dull ache.

But all of this.

She couldn’t care less.

At this moment, she just wanted to catch up to him, and then ask him.

Why, why did you kiss me?

Why, after kissing me, don’t you dare face me...

Rong Sinan sat in the car, his left leg faintly aching, as he had been too hasty going down the studio stairs, causing it to be overburdened.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his handsome face solemn and tense.

His usually gentle eyes now seemed coated with frost, as if one glance from him would freeze everything coldly.

Through the rearview mirror, watching the woman perseveringly chasing after his car, Rong Sinan clenched his jaw, a massive wave of anger surging in his chest.

Screech –

A sudden screech of brakes.

Rong Sinan abruptly stopped the car.